Whoop Whoop(8x)
 [Redman]
 Funky dilemmas  destroy mc's by process of elimanation
 Ghetto linger breaks your inner  mind body
 Got me sold like Hurachis  funk tracks up the ass
 make peace wit knock knees  the funk dwella in your cella
 no one's betta  pull more Playboy bitches than Hugh Heffner
 I phase you wit my nasal style I'm able
 To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable
 Now who's on the deal I'll make you feel the real
 I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill
 Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, I must've been worn
 Wit ten of my dusted friends I, I get up in you like Keith Murray
 Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry
 Make competition leave early smokin the lala
 Blazay Blah come through your block and open fire

 (Redman's in the area
 Keith Murray's in the area
 Erick Sermon's in the area)

 [Erick Sermon]
 You best believe
 Is this mic on word up
 I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars
 The lyrical Street Fighter call me Sagat
 Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot
 Where ther's a drum there's a beat
 And where there's guns there's the streets
 This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees
 From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and don't know the flava
 Its the same reason why I threw away my Skypager
 Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates
 Wit fly intricate flows by the lows
 Y'all come out the hype description of this
 One time Billboard winner, six time Gold record list
 No one invited me so I crashed and brung the vibe
 And broke it out like a rash, who?
 So who do I be? The E, the D-O-U-B the L, to the E
 Get your blunt leafs and fire it up
 Get your ZigZags and fire it up Whhhoooo!
 MC's you betta stand clear, Def Squad is a world premier

 [Keith Murray]
 AAAhhhhhh!
 Word is bond I collect your con getcha gone like a moron
 I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions
 My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry
 And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap
 Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain can't be defined
 In the words I be using when I be rhymin
 Now you can change your whole word back and forth
 And bring the roughest rapper and I bet you blood he'd cough
 My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence
 Ever since I commenced to subject you to my bullshit
 I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery
 And God forbid I outrageous people see the L.O.D.
 I love beatin you in the head with this
 Make you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist
 Way nicer than the force intended
 The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember
 Def Squad